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Full of desire.

Without breaking the kiss, he rests his head against the couch, perfectly relaxed, his hand maintaining a slow rhythm over his cock, making jealousy twist low in my stomach.

Moaning loudly, I squeeze my thighs together, earning a laugh from him.

“Do you want to play with my cock, babe?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “I really do.”

“Come here.”

He stops stroking himself and carefully grips each of my legs, then lifts one of my knees onto the couch beside his head.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice breathless.

Without answering, he lifts the other one onto the opposite side. The moment my knees settle in place, both his hands close around my ass and pull me into his mouth, his lips closing around my clit instantly.

At the same time, he lifts his hips from the couch, his cock waiting for my attention.

I brace my forearms near his thighs and part my lips, taking him deep into my throat.

A groan vibrates against my pussy, the sensation rushing through my entire body and bringing me dangerously close already.

I bob my head along his length, savoring every throb I feel whenever I take him fully.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs between licking and sucking my clit. “And so fucking sweet, pixie. Your pussy reacts to my every touch.”

As if determined to prove him right, my body starts spasming around his tongue.

He groans and thrusts it deeper inside me, and when his teeth graze my clit, a hot shiver tears through my entire body. My orgasm crashes over me so hard that my legs tremble.

Zayn keeps holding me in place as the waves of pleasure slowly fade, then lifts me off him and turns me around.

Straddling him, I grip his shoulders for balance and lower myself onto him, his cock sliding fully inside me in one deep thrust.

Both his hands land hard on my ass, gripping me tightly as he moves me up and down over him in a relentless rhythm.

“I’ll never get tired of this, Selene,” he whispers thickly. “I want to spend my life fucking you anywhere and anytime.”

Then he leans down and takes one nipple between his teeth, sucking until another moan escapes me.

“Think you can give me one more?” he asks roughly.

“You can be sure of it,” I gasp, letting my head fall back. “I’m really close, babe.”

“Then come,” he orders, biting down gently on my nipple, both his hands tightening possessively on my ass. “Squeeze my cock. Milk it, pixie. Show me how much you love it. How much you love me.”

“I love you.”

I come with the words breaking from my throat, feeling Zayn throbbing deep inside me.

“I hope so, Selene,” he growls. “Because you belong to me forever.”

One hand wraps around my throat as he pulls me flush to him and kisses me hard enough to steal the air from my lungs.

“You’ll be mine in every fucking life.”

And all I can think about is how good it feels to be loved by Zayn Thomas and how lucky I am that he’s my husband.